Our life is never at a / stand its like a fading flower death that is / always near at / hand came near / every our 1839. Quite a lot of life and poetry in that! Including in how the lines are divided. And then dogs and cats and hearts and birds and baskets and flowers of many sorts. I admire a lot of samplers, but this one was, without a second of hesitation, for me. I think our Elizer Merchant was an old soul. 

13 7/16" x 12 1/2" framed. Good antique condition, no losses that I can see, dated 1839. As found, under glass, in a simple oak frame. A few small surface scratches to the frame and one small spot white paint (I believe) on right side of frame toward bottom corner, pretty minor. Wired for hanging.